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by Gary Indiana

  • ISBN: 0060197269
  • Author: Gary Indiana
  • ePub ver: 1426 kb
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  • Rating: 4.2 of 5
  • Language: English
  • Pages: 336
  • Publisher: HarperCollins; 1st edition (February 1, 2002)
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  • Category: Fiction
  • Subcategory: Genre Fiction
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Depraved Indifference book. Gary Indiana is a critic and novelist. His most recent books include I Can Give You Anything But Love, a memoir, and Tiny Fish That Only Want To Kiss, a collection of short fiction.

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Depraved Indifference. Introduction by A. S. Hamrah. The third of Gary Indiana's famed crime trilogy tells a story inspired by the virtuoso con artistry of mother-and-son criminals Sante and Kenneth Kimes. She collected future marks like lottery tickets

Depraved Indifference. Distributed for Semiotext(e). She collected future marks like lottery tickets. She operated by reflex.

Gary Indiana, a "huge satirical talent" (New York Times), brings us a darkly comic novel fueled by the virtuoso con artist Evangeline Slote and her extravagant life of chicanery and petty crime. She thrives on seduction, manipulation, and the humiliation of everybody in her orbit. Books for People with Print Disabilities. Internet Archive Books. Uploaded by AltheaB on September 21, 2011.

Gary Indiana (born 1950 as Gary Hoisington in Derry, New Hampshire) is an American writer, actor, artist, and cultural critic. He served as the art critic for the Village Voice weekly newspaper from 1985 to 1988. Indiana has written, directed and acted in a dozen plays, mostly during the early 1980s. from Depraved Indifference. Depraved Indifference by Gary Indiana Paperback Book. Brand new: lowest price.

Gary Indiana seems to have forged a literary career from the gay dregs of life. In his following book, Three Month Fever, a serial-killing gay golem (Andrew Cunanan) reveals the twisted machinations of his mind. With Depraved Indifference, his fifth novel and the final book in his "American crime trilogy," the openly gay Indiana follows the peregrinations of an incestuous mother-and-son team of grifters. This is my revenge on heterosexuality," the impish author playfully gloats.

Gary Indiana's novels include Resentment: A Comedy, Rent Boy, Gone Tomorrow, and Horse Crazy. He has published two collections of short fiction and a collection of essays, Let It Bleed. His plays include the award-winning Roy Cohn/Jack Smith, The Roman Polanski Story, and Phantoms of Louisiana.

Depraved Indifference Robert K. Tanenbaum For the memory and exemplary life of courage and compassion of Ruth Hitzig Tanenbaum, my mother, and as always for Patti. Depraved Indifference. For the memory and exemplary life of courage and compassion of Ruth Hitzig Tanenbaum, my mother, and as always for Patti.

A powerful novel of greed and obsession delves into the world of grifters and follows Evangeline, a charming sociopath captivated by the thrill of seducing and killing, who will let nothing stand in her way--not even her husband, children, or friends--of getting what she wants.
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The idea of writing a fictionalized account of the Santee Kimes case is a good one. As is often mentioned, truth is stranger than fiction and sometimes more interesting too. That's especially true of a case so depraved and evil as this one. In fact, I would worry if someone could make up what happened in this case without knowing the previous facts.
Gary Indiana is a very talented writer and communicator and he proves it through much of this book. The problem is that he isn't always that consistent. There were times when I marvelled at how vividly he described a character or a scene. There were times when I couldn't put the book down because the action of what was being told was so compelling.
Unfortunately there were also a number of times when I had to put the book down and re-read passages to figure out where I was in the story. I know some of the is done for effect and is part of his style, but there are times when I think that he needs to pay a little more attention to the actual craft and discipline of being a writer. While Indiana is describing events that are hard to reconstruct and retell and that he does so in different voice, he could have made it easier to read at times.
With that criticism, I still might seek out the other two books of this trilogy. Depraved Indifference can not be considered as high-minded literature; in fact, it's about as lurid of a book you'll ever find. Still, I'm drawn to it and think Indiana demonstrates unique talent.
In summary, I guess I would recommend the book with my qualifications and look forward to new work in the future.
Depraved Indifference by Gary Indiana

Even by his name you know the author will be a clever boy.

Ten pages into Depraved Indifference it is difficult to see why to read a novel about a chaotic, scheming, abusive, rich Elizabeth Taylor lookalike who was found guilty on charges of enslaving her household staff. Plus she is supposedly based on a real life person. Yech. The other main characters, one a drunk, gloating California businessman and the other, a delusions-of-grandeur mama's boy, offered even less enticement.

It is easy to track the main characters that change their names frequently. Tracking secondary characters requires concentration.

Indiana's vocabulary seems like he played a little game of including Dictionary.com's word of the day every day.

Then why read this? For a change of pace. Indiana is a hip NYer so reading his fiction is a vicarious piece of hip. When you live in the desert how else would you have contact with hip? Because the NYers have second homes here? Not the ones I want to read about. Since one only occasionally recognizes karmic returns in real life why not settle for the clarity of fiction? Read it to find out that the lead thief is ashamed of her indifference to humankind? Okay, that's not a reason to read it.

There is incest, child abuse, and infidelity included in a whole range of misbehavior. It doesn't seem funny when some old hag usurps her son's budding sexuality or when the only person she can express love and tenderness to is the most victimized kid on the planet. Some people probably think it's a hoot though.

The reason I checked out Indiana's fiction was a 2004 New York Magazine article about East Village artists. Since Indiana professes to have been in love with Cookie Mueller maybe he will utilize her positive outlook amidst seemingly negative circumstance. I liked his Village Voice Susan Sontag eulogy too. For a hip guy who you would assume would excel at viciousness he is the most charming when he writes about who and what he knows and loves.

By page 200 I am still wondering why I am supposed to want to read about snakepit people. At least he doesn't love them. I double-check money accounts to make sure my puny assets are still intact. Is this some cautionary tale of how and where identity thieves operate? Do those-in-the-know chortle, recognizing the real life people these characters are modeled on? Is it a modern Dickens story, bringing characters from the beginning back into the plot? Where is the sympathetic character navigating the Dickensian twists?

Towards end when you think things should be wrapping up the author is still bringing in new characters.

When the main characters finally try New York (why not New York? They wore out their welcome everywhere else) the locals recognize them as obvious cons. There's an idea: Herd these people to New York where the game is over.

Indiana resists torquing his plot into a potential Hollywood hit with some investigator helping the feisty daughter-from-the-previous-marriage con the cons and walk off with all the loot. It would have been a logical conclusion since the conneds' names and social security numbers are on the documents.

I wouldn't recommend the book to my next door neighbor who has been battling identity theft for a few years. It is too irrelevant to what his experience has been (including his own minor cons) and too indifferent.

The subject matter is timely. Lots of people are willing to maneuver numbers in illegal ways (steal) rather than work for a living.

The thieves are creative and active in their approach to survival. Financially, they thrive. When you are a working stiff theft seems wrong but admirable. Living outside the rules seems disorderly but more alive. Immorality doesn't impair ones ability to sleep at night. Being victimized impairs your ability to sleep. It seems funny when the dog or the magpies steal. Still, it would have been all right to never read about the characters in this book.

You could say it didn't cost anything to read this novel but aside from the cost of the book it cost me one day skiing.
Reading this novel was a little like reading screen scripts for a TV drama series. The book seems to have a cast of thousands and often with only a small walk on part. Evangeline, the principal character, is a con woman of your worst nightmares. However, Indiana's characters seemed to me very unlifelike and lacking any emotion whether they were the victims or the perpetrators. Evangeline mercilessly swindled and murdered her way throughout the book but often I felt nothing for her or her victims. The fact that Evangeline had been having an incestuous relationship with her son Devin from a very young age disconcertingly left little impression on me. The title of the book sums up my opinion of it, "Depraved Indifference".
This is the final volume in what is purported to be a trilogy--Indian's take on three famous crimes. The previous one, about the murder of Versace, is now in abridged form. Now "Depraved Indifference" appears, and it is ready for abridgement, apparently not having been edited. Indian's take on the notorious Sante Kimes case, in which she and her son, duped a pitiful old woman, is as reckless as his previous versions of the Menendez case and the Versace murder. Indian seems to think he can trounce over sensitive matters for the sake of "satire", and everything is there for him to sneer at, including Mexican maids. If the writing were good, one might excuse the skewed view; but Indian writes the kind of prose that leaves you befuddled. The only fascination this "novel" provides is in seeing how far Indian will go in torturing the language and aiming his (little) guns at cases that have troubling implications, implicaions that a truly good writer might explore. That writer, however, is NOT Gary Indian. The only relief all this provides is that this book is supposedly the last of this "trilogy."
Perhpas it was depraved of me to enjoy it so much, but some dark humor is something I can really appreciate at times. I would have preferred to read this book over a tamer and more factual treatment. Who KNOWS what makes these people tick? It's the bizarreness of the whole business that makes it interesting! Not everything has to be explained or politically correct or moral to be enjoyed -- that would be cutting off one of the human being's exixtential limbs. The species does stuff like this.

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